The Tulips Tale

I’m thousand
miles away and
basking at the
beach is grayed.

I’ve a blasted
neighbor, knocking
the clay pots of
my tulips.

I hate
looking at this,
guarding my eyes
by shutting the
blinds of my windows,

freeing
the wild dogs
to scare,
to send away
the drunk man
in my garden.

 

2018

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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